Sashaying through fields of fidelity and strength, never
letting go of faith held deeply in this forgotten soul,
interiorly touching wonder and curiosity.
Going through past, present and future, letting nothing
pass by unnoticed in life, stepping up to the essence
that fills this being in every moment of living.
Leaving nothing lying upon the side of freedom where all
of life's beauty chooses to unfold, watching as blossoms
open, touching hearts and souls.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem